As soon as Changming chased after the yard, he saw sour fruits scattered all over the ground.

The rattan basket is very familiar, just like the morning mushrooms sent in the morning.

No one would send something here specifically, only Xiaoyun.

Changming frowned slightly and chased after him.

Although the Qixianmen is not big, there are several peaks.

Lindefeng where they are located is located, belongs to the outer sect's periphery. They are usually only responsible for the daily supplies, food, clothing, housing and transportation of the outer sect's disciples. There are not many people, and they are far apart from each other. When he goes to Chef He, he usually has to walk for an incense stick when he walks.

In this case, even if others hear screams, it will be difficult to arrive in time. After all, the external sect's servants are at most skilled, and they can only learn how to fly with objects.

The screams were getting closer.

Following along the way, the weeds on the ground fell to one side as the other party was walking, and there was frost hidden at the tip of the leaves.

He scraped the frost a little.

Now it is not yet the season for frost, and this seems to be a method of condensation of true qi.

As for which sect, which sect, whether it is Tao, demon or Buddha, it is difficult to judge.

Changming didn't delay much, so he accelerated his pace toward the source of the sound.

"ah!----"

The screams came to an abrupt end.

It's so close!

"……Where?"

"I have no idea……"

A erratic conversation came from the night wind.

One side is fierce, the other side is afraid.

The latter is indeed Xiaoyun's voice.

Changming quickly followed forward, his fingers moved slightly, and there were two white talismans in his palm.

The white talisman flew out, expanded rapidly along the wind, and turned into two young foxes in a moment, sank into the grass in a blink of an eye.

The next moment, a scream suddenly broke out in front of you!

It's not like a human voice, but like a fox's scream being pinched into his throat.

Changming did not hesitate for a moment, and immediately shot out several paper arrows.

Silently, the paper arrows never returned, as if they were swallowed up by the darkness.

Just like this night, chaos is vague and can't see the direction clearly.

The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop.

The clouds and mist are rolling around, and the moon is dancing around.

Changming's clothes were blown high and he felt that what was happening ahead was not simple.

Xiaoyun is likely to be kidnapped by the thief or even encounter more serious things, but who would suddenly break into the Qixianmen in the middle of the night and kidnap an insignificant little servant?

Are you from the Blood Sect?

Or did Xiaoyun accidentally break out some secret and be chased by the people from the Qixianmen?

The chaotic thoughts quickly slid through my mind, and Changming's steps came to an abrupt end.

No one around.

In the wilderness, overgrown weeds.

This is a relatively flat slope halfway up the mountain.

Flowers bloom in spring, and even female disciples from the outer sect like to come to enjoy the scenery and see the flowers.

But now-

There is someone lying in front of me.

His head faced the ground, motionless.

The other party was wearing white clothes, and the golden thread on his sleeves shone faintly under the moonlight.

Not Xiaoyun.

Changming did not come forward rashly. He looked around but could not find the murderer.

And just at this moment, people were rushing from far to near, from the crowds.

He had almost no time to react, and the sword light fell around him with a figure!

Changming's heart sank.

All ominous premonitions came true in an instant.

After all, I have been in the world for too long and I am careless.

"It's Uncle Liu!"

"Uncle Liu is there!"

Someone rushed forward and helped the man in white up.

Changming had never seen Liu Xiyu, but judging from the other party's appearance and the reactions of the people around him, this is indeed the "jade gentleman" with a great future in Qixianmen.

The original energetic disciple of the head sect, the hope of the future of the Qixian Sect, is now being turned over.

His face was like gold paper, and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Master, Junior Brother Liu's hands and feet are all broken!"

"Uncle Liu, he is out of anger!"

His eyes were bright and all around him fell on Changming.

He had never thought about escaping—it was too late to escape now—his front, back, left and right were still tightly sealed, leaving no gap.

Explore and guard against hostility like dense needles, stabbing to Changming.

"Get out of here!"

The head of the Qixian Sect came out and came to Liu Xiyu with a heavy expression.

He bent down to snoop, and hung his hand above the other person's forehead without giving up.

A slight blue light flowed into Liu Xiyu's body from her palm.

I knew forever that this was a soul-seeking technique.

When a person dies, his soul has not yet completely left his body. If he can summon it out, he will know the situation during his lifetime with a little inquiry.

But he searched for a long time, like catching his hand in an empty basin for a long time, but he found nothing.

This shows that Liu Xiyu is completely dead.

Even the soul has long been gone, and has nowhere to go. It may be seized by someone or dissipated between heaven and earth.

Disciples have long since scattered and searched for abnormalities everywhere.

Changming was surrounded in the middle, facing the net of heaven and earth, and had nowhere to escape.

He knew very well that if the other party hadn't wanted to ask something from him, he would have been torn to pieces by the anger of the people in the Qixianmen.

"I'm not the murderer."

Before they spoke up, Changming spoke first.

"I am a sergeant from the outside. I work under Chef He. I heard the abnormal movement outside the door, so I chased me out and checked out."

"My spiritual vein is damaged, and I have no cultivation and cannot kill Master Liu. If you don't believe it, you can check it."

He took the initiative to stretch out a piece of his wrist.

The head of the sect glanced at him with a cold face, and someone immediately came out and pinched his hand.

The other party's movements were rough, Changming didn't care, so he closed his eyes slightly and let the other party observe.

"Master."

The man shook his head at the head.

The meaning is very obvious. He believes that Changming is indeed unable to do such a thing.

Who is Liu Xiyu? Even though he is not famous outside and has not yet entered the house, he is at least as good as a mid-level expert.

It is obviously not possible for this sick man in front of him to kill a middle-level master.

The head Zhang Qin's face was as deep as water.

The more high expectations he had given to Liu Xiyu, the more painful he felt at this moment.

First, when the Blood Sect came to ask for someone, Liu Xiyu was defeated by the messenger of the Blood Sect, and then Liu Xiyu was killed.
To be continued...